I stand ankle deep in chilly water, toes squishing and heels sinking into the dark, sandy mud at the ledge of the retaining wall. I stare above me – straight up – at the cascading falls towering into heaven. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. I inhale sweetness of moist, earthy, soil. I … More Gurué

Mount Namuli

We stood in the front yard of the Queen’s home at the base of Mount Namuli laughing at each other. The three-hour long adventure through the lush, green, back country dirt roads of Gúrùe district had left us covered head to toe in dirt. A little unsure of what would come next, we took in … More Mount Namuli

The One Year Mark

September 1st marked my one-year anniversary in Mozambique, a proud moment for me. One full year of living in a culture entirely different from my own, one full year of redefining my limits and boundaries, one year of speaking, learning, and understanding Portuguese, of making new friends and learning about what it takes to make … More The One Year Mark


April 14th marked the end of our first trimester here in Moz and it feels like a really big accomplishment. It was challenging and I made tons of errors but I also learned so much and undoubtedly feel more prepared to take on the second trimester. During our week off, all of the Moz 27 … More Reconnecting

Settling, Happily

I’ve been at site for over four months now and little by little, almost imperceptibly, things have been settling into place. Although my peace corps journey will be a continuous process of change and adjustment, daily life is no longer as friction-full as it used to be and damn, does it feel good. Last Saturday, … More Settling, Happily

The Long Road

In reflecting on International Women’s Day, I’d like to recount three experiences. Two are my own, and the third is a story told by a fellow PCV. I do not intend to make any comparison in juxtaposing my experiences with his story – I only intend to tell the stories I have permission to tell … More The Long Road

Taking Steps

I walk into our sala at 6:45am on Monday mornings feigning energy, as I’m learning teachers must often do. “Good morning Teacha!” my class shouts in unison. “Good morning class! How are you?” “We are fine thanks, and you?” They ask. “I am fine, thanks. Go ahead and sit.” The same oddly formal greeting begins … More Taking Steps